Once my kid, always my kid…

I say it, and I mean it.  This is Charlotte.  She’s old.  She was in my second grade class many moons ago.  She’s now working in Chicago as a social worker in a high school.  Proud?  Um, yeah.  I was lucky enough to spend some time with her over break.  There is nothing better than hearing from my kids of yesteryear.  It’s always so great to hear about their adventures and I am always so happy to still be a part of their lives.  I teach because I love your kids as if they were my own.  Truly.  Visit.  Write.  Call.  :)